The little girl hummed as she ate her morning bowl of cherrios breakfast cereal.  Her grandfather grinned.  One spoonful at a time, she ate the luscious morsels.  Then both of them hummed.  Pappa and Mary Jane were joining in melody as the meal went on. Mother and Grandmother buzzed all around the kitchen, preparing things, washing things, frying things, mixing things, drying things, cleaning up things, returning things, flitting around doing all of the important things.  And all of the while this was going on, the two most important things were going on in the breakfast room: sharing the cherrios, sharing the love between spoonfuls of song.